[Jean-Claude can sense that note of irritation running through the other man, and if anything it only amuses him further. Jean-Claude has always enjoyed playing this game. With humans, with other vampires, with whoever it is that he manages to find to take his bait. Like a cat with a mouse, Jean-Claude toys with them, until they either warm to him or turn the other cheek.
And so now does he step towards this man, offering him a wider smile in return.]
Forgive me, mon ami. Am I not allowed to comment on the weather? I had thought it a polite conversation starter, of late.
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And so now does he step towards this man, offering him a wider smile in return.]
Forgive me, mon ami. Am I not allowed to comment on the weather? I had thought it a polite conversation starter, of late.